Page 62 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

Clark pulled my skirt up and my big girl panties down. I counted as they took turns striking my bare bottom. Unlike what I'd been expecting, it was ten spanks each. Each time their hand struck my cheeks, I was reminded they could kick me out when they were done, telling me they'd get a better behaving girl who'd make them proud instead of humiliating them, thanking me for bringing them together, for they'd now look for a Little girl together.

I wasn't sure if they hated me now, and it was this part that was the hardest to deal with. By the time I reached the twentieth spank, I was kicking my limbs and sobbing, knowing the end was near when they'd give me the news, that they'd give me fifteen minutes to pack my things and they never wanted to see me again.

When they helped me out of their laps, they led me to the naughty corner. It was devastating that they left me there without saying a word. They didn't even tell me how long I was supposed to stand there.

New tears formed in my eyes. I had brought this upon myself by going down the path of revenge. I'd been so ungrateful, repaying their kindness by humiliating them before other Daddies. Clark had saved my life more than once and Nick had brought joy into my life. They had showered me with their unconditional love and care, only expecting that I behave in return and be a good girl. Such a simple thing in exchange for everything I'd ever hoped for, and yet I had failed to give them that. They'd been nothing but loving when I didn't deserve it one bit. But now it was all going to come to an end by my own doing. No, I couldn't let this happen.

Fifteen minutes felt like ages. Halfway through I heard the sound of a suitcase being dragged down the stairs, and it only caused me to tremble with fear. It was really happening. I was being kicked out.

By the time Daddy Clark announced the time was up, I was a sobbing mess. I ran to my Daddies sitting on the couch, pushing away the suitcase to the floor and jumping into their combined laps, and joining my hands to beg.

"Please, Daddies." New tears ran down my cheeks. "Please don't hate me. Don't kick me out. I was naughty but I'll behave. I'll make you proud. Promise! How can I live without your love? Where will I go? Nothing I did was good enough for my parents, but they didn't love me. You do. All I need is another chance to prove I'm worthy of your love. I might not be right now, but I'll do everything in my power to be worthy."

"Kick you out?" Daddy Clark said, pulling me closer into his lap and wiping my tears. "Who said anything about kicking you out?"

I pointed at the suitcase and Daddy Nick chuckled. "You're supposed to go over to your grandma's place for a day, remember? You promised you'd stay over to celebrate Miles' birthday."

"Oh," I said, smiling through my tears. "Does that mean you still love me? But then why haven't you been talking to me? I was worried sick you didn't want me anymore."

"Of course we still love you, Little one." Daddy Clark gave me a quick peck on the lips while Daddy Nick stroked my hair. "Your Daddy taught me a trick he used back when he disciplined Littles. Apparently, not talking to your Little until the punishment's over gives them time to think about their actions and how they can do better next time. I wouldn't have used it had I known you'd be so distressed. It's your Daddy's fault then. Here, let's punish him for giving such a bad idea."

Daddy Clark pretended to punch Daddy Nick in the stomach, causing him to screw up his face and wince in pain. They were so silly sometimes, it made me giggle.

"You have abandonment issues, don't you, darling?" Nick said. "Your Daddy told me all about the last time you got in trouble for taking revenge on Kristen. You were scared your Daddy would kick you out back then too, huh?"

"Let's set this straight once and for all then," Clark said. "We love you now and will continue to do so until the end of time."

Clark was speaking on both their behalf, but I wasn't sure what Nick's intentions were. Not because he didn't seem serious or anything, because he did. Just that he hadn't used the L-word with me, which was perfectly fine. It wasn't like I'd been desperately waiting for him to say it ever since he moved in with us, and it wasn't like I'd jump in joy like I did when Daddy Clark first confessed his love for me.

"I know I haven't said it before, darling," Daddy Nick said, pulling me into his lap. "But I do love you. I don't believe in love at first sight, but I knew you were the one the moment I lay eyes on you. I was heartbroken when I realized you already had a Daddy, but look where we've ended up. Sometimes you end up at places and with people you never would've guessed. Your Daddy's become such a good friend to me. We're a family and it all feels so right."

"You love me?" My eyes widened and I jumped out of their laps, doing a happy little dance and clapping my hands. "I love you too, Daddy Nick. Love you both."

Clark covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

"Daddy, you're laughing at me." I stuck my lower lip out in a pout and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Sorry, sweetheart. You just looked so adorable shaking your little butt in the air. A good imitation of Michael's dance. You told me you were going to act cool when your Daddy confessed his love. I knew back then you wouldn't be able to contain your joy and I was right."

Nick cleared his throat and sat up straight, speaking in a stern tone. "Getting back to the topic at hand. We were very disappointed in your actions."

"Right." My smile faded and I looked down at my laced fingers. "Sorry about that. I was overcome by rage and I let it make poor decisions."

"Great," Clark said with a warm smile. "Littles make mistakes and it's up to us Daddies to correct them. It doesn't mean we love you any less. We hate to see you cry, so no more naughty behavior. Now that you've apologized, all is forgiven and it's back to hugs and kisses."

They threw their hands around me in a tight hug, rocking me back and forth as they took turns kissing me. My Daddies were still with me, and so everything was going to be just alright.

Chapter 26: Jenna

It had taken Clark weeks to finally leave me home alone. Ever since Otis had tried to kidnap me to take me back to the cult, he was always on high alert mode. It had become his default state and it was sad that I was the reason he had to go through constant paranoia. It wasn't his own safety he feared, but mine.

Otis was long gone, safely locked away for life, but Daddy Clark worried too much. He liked to tell Daddy Nick how he almost lost me to a mad man, and how he'd never let that happen again as long as he was alive.

It was hard to convince him I was going to be perfectly fine home alone. He triple-checked I had my phone by my side, and that everyone's contacts were a click away. He needed to learn I wasn't in danger anymore, and returning home to see me perfectly safe was going to teach him to relax. I had come up with the idea all on my own.

It was nice that my Daddies were finally hanging out together at the club in my absence. They were always by my side and I was always the center of attention. It meant they didn't really get to know each other like friends were supposed to, but now they could.

I opened the fridge and stared at the tub of ice cream. Closing the door, I shook my head. Daddies weren't home, but it didn't mean I could break their ground rules.